About Perianne

I am passionate about exploring astrology as it unfolds in daily life. This blog is about sharing my insights and experiences as I play with these wonderful concepts.
I am an Astrological Life Coach available for consultation using astrology, tarot, and flower essences.
Contact me at perianne@live.com.au

What, is she crazy? This happened last Friday or Saturday depending where on this planet you are reading this. Ah, but I was off doing good Capricorn things like serving my community. The Capricorn New Moon coincided with the Cygnet Folk Festival. For 31 years the world has come to our little village for music and revelry. A little late for Saturnalia but having much the same effect on our town as that ancient celebration, where everything gets turned upside down for a period of time. All ages gather together and find the form of celebration that suits them.

Why wouldn’t I just miss the post? After all, there was a Balsamic Moon post just days before…. Structure; Capricorn is all about structure. Each cycle of posts start at the New Moon. The New Moon is the seed of the whole journey, no matter how much the terrain may change, as we travel through the passage of time. The Full Moon has no meaning without its beginning in the New Moon. This will be the first complete cycle for 2013 and that will leave an imprint on the whole year. Capricorn likes history, so it is apt that I have to work my memory to access the recent past and recognise this beginning.

The Balsamic Moon tends to foretell the next cycle and it is interesting that one of the major themes of that post was questioning the linearity of time. Saturn, the ruler of Capricorn, is often known as Father Time. It is appropriate to observe the tricks that time is playing as Saturn is sextile Pluto in Capricorn, which is undermining what we thought of as reality.

In astrology, Capricorn is the culminating sign of the zodiac. We started our journey in Aries back in late March. Since then our hero has travelled from one Moon cycle to the next, following a spiralling path around the mountain which will reach its culmination at the peak on the Full Moon. At the top of the mountain we can survey the terrain and see where we have come from and where we are going. We are now at a confluence in time. We are beginning a calendar year and climbing the last rise to the peak of the zodiac mountain. It is worthwhile to reflect back to where you were and what you were beginning at the Aries New Moon of 2012. Reflect on the journey of the last year and how much you have changed.

I will reflect now on the recent past that covers the current cycle. The festival energy began on the Friday with Venus sextile Neptune, a perfect beginning full of charm, compassion and the enjoyment of beauty and music. The Moon was conjunct Pluto which is sextile Saturn. We were comfortable and looking forward to being transformed, knowing that festival energy can overthrow some old structures allowing ourselves to be transformed in preparation for our new year.

A theme of many of the tarots was relationships, though not the ‘when do I meet my man’ variety. These readings were about experiencing new territories. People were finding they had never experienced relationships this way before and were keen to explore fresh ground and create a new way of being with another person. Otherwise, they were experiencing the Saturn/Pluto energy with a determination to no longer allow the dominating behaviour of others to curb them from living their life to the full, with all its unique expression.

The anticipation of the first night was exhilarating. We had a ball, staying open until nearly midnight, the first time the gallery had opened after dark. The next morning the New Moon became exact and the energy became more focussed, determined and disciplined. It was very busy but the lightness of the night before seemed to dissipate. The predominant theme of readings became career decisions as people were embarking in exciting new directions and job changes. They were recreating themselves and stepping out on paths that more closely aligned with their ambitions. All day we laboured hard and this felt grounded and satisfying.

Buoyed by the experience of the night before we were keen to stay open again. The Moon moved into Aquarius and Venus was in an exact square to Uranus. The energy hyped up but in a more manic way. People were reporting feeling weird. Connections were being missed. Relationships and groups were beginning to feel a little strained and individuals were wondering who they felt at home with. Everyone was appearing vacant and a little lost. An irritated drunk come rampaging through the shop, picking up the artefacts and loudly criticising their value. He left and then we had one policewoman enter and browse, followed by another and then a third. All three uniformed and dominating the small space. They seemed somnambulant, doing a zombie walk around the gallery. People outside thought some incident was going down. This again was an example of things being out of time. Later that night, after closing, someone in a fit of frustration punched through a pane of glass. The police nearby were oblivious, their attention elsewhere.

The winds were whipping around and the partying was getting erratic. We decided that it was time to close and escape before things got crazier. I think that after a hard day of Capricorn work, tiredness was setting in and we were unable to contain the higher vibrations of the Aquarius/Uranian energy. I am sure the people attending concerts experienced a better transition using the uplifting music to carry them through. Apparently at 3am a crowd started impromptu drumming using whatever they could find to make their music. At this point the Moon in Aquarius was sextile Uranus which was still being squared by Venus. Although a rude awakening for anyone sleeping I expect it was a very healthy way to become comfortable with the erratic vibes. You have to love the excitement of festivals.

The festival energy went on for a couple more days but I will stop my story telling keeping it within the bounds of the New Moon.

Personally, every festival marks the opening of my year. My partner and I often comment that we get lifted off our feet at the beginning of November with my daughter’s birthday and get carried through the silly season that is Christmas and holidays. It isn’t until after the Folk Festival that we get placed back on the ground, ready to dust off and orient ourselves into the New Year. In fine Capricorn tradition the annual festival allows me to see how competent I have become over the previous year. The large amount of readings I get over a short space of time allows me to discover new ways I can work with people. ‘Tarot Reader’ is not a high status job. 🙂 It is ‘behind the scenes’ work that you will not find at career expos. This year I noticed how much I labour to ensure each person leaves with a potent insight they can use to pivot into the next year. A number of people actually expressed getting goosebumps. It was a pleasure to open my inbox after the festival and find e-mails prompted by the weekend. What I do is very satisfying and I have actually allowed myself to realise that it is also important and meaningful.

It is worthwhile to note over this Capricorn Moon cycle how you contribute to the world around you and how that service is expressed in a way that is fulfilling and integral to you. As we pull ourself upright at the top of the mountain we can stand in our integrity and have the shadow of our endeavours reach farther than ever before.

I am trying to capture my waking thoughts as I felt impelled to write a post for the final closing of 2012. How arbitrary time is! Can we really measure that which is always swirling around us. In the last few days during the Third Quarter Moon we have released the cycle we have been engaged in over the last month.Today we enter the timeless space known as the Balsamic Moon. This is a place where the old has died and the new hasn’t quite commenced. It is a gap for dreaming; an opening between worlds; a vortex of attraction.

A headline on the news service caught my attention. ‘People stranded as roller coaster comes to a standstill’ It seems the ‘Green Lantern’ at Movie World lost power for a short while, leaving people high, mid-momentum. He he. I have been using the roller coaster as a metaphor for the wild ride through the birth canal we have experienced over this Sagittarian New Moon cycle, which will be completed in the next few days. It is the final closing of 2012 and has taken us through the much anticipated 21-12 date of the Mayan Calendar.

This period has taken me through many deep experiences, dramatic happenings and delightful celebrations. I have been so busy that I have learnt to stay present in the spacious moment. In the past, I have been guilty of criticising my Sagittarian comrades. They are always so excited about some amazing happening and use their boundless marketing skills to entice me to join them. When I enquire a week later, how that life altering event went, they look blankly at me, having completely forgotten. ‘Oh, that is old news!’ ‘Harrumph!’ I think to myself, ‘it is a good thing I didn’t enlist.’ Sagittarians are ruled by Jupiter, the Great Benefic, and are generally very fortunate. With their natural enthusiasm and their eye on the future, they were born to manifest using the Law of Attraction. They appear to fall on their feet every time. Now, as I have been exploring this energy over the current cycle I realise it is such a blessed place. I think inhabiting the moment fully and joyfully as one is rushing headlong into the next, is a perfect way to live life. I apologise for my negative opinion. Rush on and I will do my best to adopt this marvellous quality for myself. I have Saturn in Sagittarius opposite my Sun and tend to experience all that play as work and wonder where I will get the reserves of energy to manage it all.

Now, as we have moved into Capricorn, all that fire has indeed turned into work. My tiny island state of Tasmania has been on fire since last Friday. Many people have lost their homes. The wilderness is burning uncontrolled and over a 100,000 hectares of pristine land has been lost. My home and river valley has been thick with smoke, funnelled here from other places. The high temperatures have now ignited hundreds of fires on the Australian mainland which fire fighters are desperately trying to control, ahead of another week of extreme temperature and wild winds. Ironically the temperature has now dropped in Tasmania and there is snow on the mountains. Hopefully that inhibits the fires in our Heritage areas.

As this Moon cycle which started in 2012, finally draws to an end so does the energy of that year. This current pause point before the Capricorn New Moon on the 11-12 January is therefore a closing of the year, as well as the moon cycle.

It has been a wonderful year for me, full of expansion. I have emerged from a relatively reclusive period of my life and realised my dream of writing. Now I have a world wide audience. I have taken my inner space and shared it with outer space.

As a result my community of friends has expanded hugely. It is hard to believe most of the people in my life now weren’t there over a year ago. Again I experience the timeless quality. It does not feel as if I have found new friends, instead I have reconnected to those that were always there. I feel very grateful for my expanded family.

This connection is not just confined to the human species. My walks along the mighty Huon River connect me to the water and provides me with so many encounters of finned, furred and feathered friends that constantly open my heart. Since the Sweat Lodge I participated in earlier in the cycle, as the Sun moved into Capricorn, I make it my morning practice to sit in the Pine Grove on our property. I commune with the trees and feel the Mother under my feet. As I participate in the stillness, the thriving life around me emerge; plants, insects, birds and animals reveal themselves in the detail. Each day there are unique experiences and abundant gifts.

In 2012 I learnt to live deeper, wider, higher than I have ever done before. Here I am standing in the eye of the needle, straddling the pause point between worlds. I feel as if I am stepping into a vortex of potential that is 2013. I am excited and expectant that this new year will carry me to places I have yet to imagine. I am looking forward to meeting you all there.

Today it was difficult to pull myself out of my slumber. I have been dreaming of friends from long ago and mixing them up with new friends barely arrived and imperceptibly claiming a place in my heart. It was delicious having all those bonds activated again. So many people made an appearance and the tone was of mutual respect, love, lots of laughter and a fair amount of celebration. No wonder I didn’t want to pull myself awake. These are Cancer Full Moon dreams, full of memories of my tribe. I am the White Wolf mama collecting together her clan, touching base, recognising heart connections – past, present and future.

It has been an amazing year for extending my clan. I feel so at home in my world now, wherever I am. I have had so many lovely people come into my life. Friendships that have sprung up outside of time and place through the marvels of this virtual medium. Flesh and blood relationships that create a sense of belonging in my community that I hadn’t felt in the decade before. I feel accepted by the young and the well lived, all ages and persuasions. This feels so good.

Once I felt like I only had enough love for a few people and reluctantly had to be selective about who I gave my affections to. I was terrified of not being able to fulfil another’s expectations. My biggest fear was to over-promise and under-deliver. Something has shifted now. Love is not a transaction where one has to give until the other is full up. It is something that flows through and out infinitely, leaving me feeling wonderful. There is enough for everyone to enjoy. We are all clear channels of love and that is what binds us. We prime the pump by learning to appreciate ourself and then a geyser of abundance bursts forth, for all to share.

This Moon cycle began in Sagittarius taking us on a wild and slippery road through the birthing portal of 12-12-12. It was here my stoical step by step, moment by moment journey finally let go and I have since been slipping and sliding on a wild and joyous ride. Sagittarius is about encountering foreign environments and counter-intuitively, for me, is situated in my third house of familiar environments. Since releasing my grip on the side of the pool I have encountered the unknown in my own neighbourhood: the Sweat Lodge, the Emergency Room, luxurious Gold Class at the cinema, even the Pine Grove on our property became a launching pad for otherworldly experience. As Sagittarius has taken me on a mind expanding ride showing me what is possible, the Sun moving into Capricorn has ensured I have remained securely connected to Mother Earth. I may be free as a child in the unlimited moment but Capricorn has shown me that one can still meet one’s responsibilities without holding grimly to the edge.

It appeared like Christmas would be cancelled for lack of finances and yet all came together to create the most relaxed and joyous celebrations ever. One of the highlights being opening some strange shaped presents from my daughter. There were hoots of laughter when we unwrapped two exquisite turnips, a cache of iridescent snow peas, two rudely healthy zucchini and a bouquet of broccoli she had acquired from a friend’s garden. True gifts from the heart of the earth combined with a cheeky imagination.

In my life I have always been competent and planned for every contingency. I have recognised that in being so adult I have often missed out on the wild-eyed miracles that the child experiences when some other magic steps in and takes care. This release has allowed me to trust that somehow everything will not only be okay, but will be exhilarating.

And what happens when the constant second-guessing to ensure everyone is okay is released? I am freed from the weariness of vigilance to be present to all the wondrous people I encounter. Cancer Moon allows me to feel and to visit everyone in my dreams and in my life. Gossamer threads keep us gently connected, always. Now I get time and play.

That birth canal that I have been sliding down this last month has finally had a serendipitous conclusion. My good friend’s Lakota Sweat Lodge partner had reappeared from time overseas. How could I resist the offer of such a ceremony on the eve of the Capricorn Ingress and the much fabled 21-12 Portal? This was the first opportunity I have had to participate in this form of ceremony. My Taurus Moon reticence was masterfully overcome by my friend sidling up beside me and telling her stories and working through her own process. I felt no personal coercion. As she sorted through each point of organisation in her mind, a concern of mine would evaporate. Finally as our afternoon together drew to a close another friend asked whether I was going to participate. I checked within and found I had no reservations, just a resounding…Yes! All anxiety had been transmuted into excitement.

This point in itself was totally magical for me. My Capricorn friend and I have been entwined on a spiritual journey for several years now. She came in with Saturn transiting my Ascendant indicating a time of disciplined transformative work. I am sure the feeling has been mutual as my natal Saturn sits on her Ascendant.

Our temperaments and our style are very different and yet we held fast with the glue of mutual respect. I chaffed often yet, remarkably never fell prey to my normal pattern of just disappearing. At every point, we remained together with gentle patience. Her enthusiastic Sagittarian persona received an education in handling a stubborn, resistant and recalcitrant Taurus Moon. She has graduated with honours at this time. My moon felt so safe and nurtured that the decision was easy. I feel tears of gratitude at being honoured and seen as my human self felt totally free to make up my own mind in my own time.

Ho, mitakuye oyas’in, Susan Fullmoon-Rising.

Once committed to this process I felt such a whoosh of excitement. The only Taurus fear remaining was the earthy concern about managing my bodily functions throughout the extended period of the sweat. My stomach often participates in conversations at inopportune times and the fact that the home toilet became blocked was a sign this fear needed to be addressed. My Virgo Ascendant provided the most obvious way forward by cutting out the few toxins in my diet and concentrating on light pure foods. A detox headache over the period did little to dent my childish glee at the coming adventure. My christmas was coming early.

The universe threw a curve ball in the wee hours of the day of the Lodge. I was woken by a call from my daughter who had been randomly beaten by a stranger. She was however, being well cared for by her friends and had no desire to come home. They kept her awake in case of concussion till the morning and she slept throughout the day. She was due home at the same time as I was leaving for my Ceremony. We embraced in the street. She teasingly complained that she was returning to her mother’s arms only to be abandoned. We both understood that this was a momentous moment where she was releasing me from the personal bonds of motherhood to engage in a more transpersonal version of the same energy.

The Sweat Lodge was an amazing experience of entering the womb of the earth and releasing all of the past, then to be reborn again into her embrace with the moon and the sky delivering a rain of refreshment on my steaming body.

I woke for the Solstice, highly energised and have remained that way since. At the end of the day my daughter wasn’t feeling any better and decided that maybe she should see a doctor. No-one was available that late on a Friday in our isolated outpost at the end of the world. We travelled into the city to visit ER at the Royal Hobart Hospital.

This date had been 26,000 odd years in coming, an emergency waiting room was not the location I had planned. It may have been a great venue, Grand Central for the beginning of the Zombie Apocalypse but not where I expected to be for a download of other dimensional ascension energies.

Capricorn likes to keep us firmly connected to earthbound energy. The prior evening I had been contained within the earth sweating profusely in the dark for several hours. Now I was in the full glare of fluorescent lights, surrounded by people patiently nursing the private dramas that created whatever bodily affliction had bought them there. This trial lasted for six hours, taking us through the solstice point and into the new day and the new world. Capricorn was keeping me firmly situated in the accepted reality.

When we arrived the tone was set by two African girls, happily playing hand tag. I was delighted and jokingly said maybe we could follow suit and an impromptu flash mob could be created by our wounded compatriots. I wasn’t brave enough to manifest this fantasy. The idea did make light of our situation. My daughter and I felt a solidarity emerge from our shared experience. The longer the wait, the more absurd the situation, the more her curiosity was piqued and a stubborn persistence set in to stay the course and see where it led.

Our fellow patients were ennobled by their circumstances, each developing a dignity and beauty that sprung from the intensity of their situations. Compassion and silent camaraderie emerged from the humbling frailty of human bodies. Pain was forgotten in the face of another’s suffering, the children in particular caused us to lose our personal concerns in a desire to offer respite. In this situation nothing further was to be done. In the release from effort, space was made for life to shine through.

We were in the outer chamber, waiting entry into an inner sanctum where some form of relief was expected. The Solstice point was passed in this place. We felt content with expanding hearts and continuously rising energy. I had always hoped to spend this time with my daughter and I suspect we would not have created a space as meaningful or joyous. Soon after the moment was marked we were finally accepted into a clinic area.

For several more hours we were able to enjoy the spectacle of medical staff in scrubs rushing around like ants, doing their best to administer to the injured. In our cubicle we had a little more privacy and were unable to contain our mirth at the surreal environment that we were all participating in. It has been a long, long time since I have giggled so uncontrollably for so long. Finally, my daughter was examined, declared to have a mild concussion, given a simple painkiller and dismissed.

This is Capricorn at its best, accepting the road of hardship and the problems that beset the journey but persisting through every step of the journey until finally at the top of the mountain, a vista of relief is revealed. At this point our goal has been achieved and one world flips into another. Capricorn can then revert to childlike joy. Pan likes playing his tricks.

It is done, we have arrived and life is good… I wish you all an exquisite holiday season.

When the Gemini Moon was eclipsing the Sun, I felt the need to create a new vision for the future. It became apparent that this was to fill the need to be connected to something that would carry me on. I needed a lifeline to hold whilst riding the roller coaster that life had become. I felt like a drunk rolling home with only that slender thread to pull me through. The Scorpio Moon manifested as an energy vortex with an intense undertow. All that was no longer needed was being sucked away. Often I felt like I was on my belly in the mud, holding on to that slender filament as I inched forward with sheer determination to stay the course. Finally, the fibre began to be pulled by wild horses through the eye of the needle that was the 12-12-12 portal.

As things were moving fast and at times the work was upside down the main focus for me was to surrender to the flow. Much of the time the ride was ecstatic with energy from some otherworldly source filling my body ever more consistently with fiery light. Still the more it did so the more grief would rise up from the dark depths of hell that has often been our experience of life on earth. That is where the Sagittarian faith has proved invaluable. The body became a contortionist, the face disfigured with rising stress yet the Sagittarius enthusiasm for a new world ensured one held fast to the gossamer thread pulling us all through the birthing canal into the next dimension.

While the Scorpio Moon cycle came to a close over the last week, we were in the thick of hay baling season on our property. As anyone who has experienced this season would know, the mercury is high on the thermometer and yet the race is on to get the hay in, before the heat is relieved by the inevitable build up of rain. This season had the added drama of the baler breaking down and the stop/start of trying to keep things on track over several days. Life was in slow motion and with each step the landscape was transfigured with its own crude crop circles.

One of my favourite comedic sequences is the opening of the Hitchcock parody, ‘High Anxiety.’ We follow Mel Brook’s character as he disembarks from a plane and makes his way through the airport. There is loud dramatic music and all sorts of covert and threatening activities going on around him. Finally, he exits and as the doors slide closed the music suddenly stops and there is silence. He pauses and exclaims, ‘What a dramatic airport!’

In the stillness between the 12-12-12 portal and the the exact time of the New Moon I watched as the door was closed on the hay shed and the last ute disappeared down the drive. Ahhh, it is done! Each year the land gets shorn of her flowing tresses, leaving the yellow stubble of summer on the fields. I get immense satisfaction knowing that horses will be surviving on this gift of sustenance from the freely forming grasses of mother earth.

How does it feel to have those doors close on the past, whilst waiting the few hours for the New moon to kick in? At first I just feel stunned, shell shocked. Nothing seems to have changed, my body felt worse if anything. Then the slow creep of something new…. relief…chillin’ was the word that kept coming to mind. Whew!…chillin’ now and it is quiet and delicious. I laughed when I visited the pages of my favourite, fellow astrological blogger, Gneiss Moon. In her lovely homage to Uranus to celebrate it moving direct, she uses one word, chillin’. I love that we are all connected, no matter where on the planet we reside. We tap into the same universal experience and use the same words and metaphors to communicate how we are doing.

As the Moon and the Sun aligned with each other in Sagittarius, I emerged from fog and was able to start defining with clarity what this new world may be. The last Scorpio cycle was such a prolonged period of honouring and saying goodbye to life as I have known it. Time became meaningless. Now the thread of vision I have clung to so fervently becomes something with which I can sew and create. With so much baggage released I am free to generate my heart’s desire. Together the Sun and the Moon set over the water and I sketched designs for a new life; content and inspired.

This morning as I wake I kept making circles in my mind. I am the centre and the circle forms around me. It reminds me of working with a horse. You hold a loose rope as the large beast circles around, responding to your commands. The horse, the human both connected, intently focussed on learning and executing new behaviours. Together they create a future. The Centaur has set his goal and is seeking its manifestation.

We have passed through our rebirthing in Scorpio. Sagittarius is future focussed. Uranus has been retrograde since July, filling us with visions of the new without any experience of external change. It has now turned direct and we can follow our revelations out into the world. Mercury has completed its journey over the terrain it retrograded through. It now takes its message into new territory. Nothing can stop us now, we have entered the future.

In my mind’s eye I took the compass and made more circles on the rim of the first with the edge dissecting the centre point and on and on until the whole Earth is covered with the flowers of life.

I know that we have all been intent on following our true essence through the swamps and quicksand of this past eon. We have finally made it through. All of us are creating from our centre. The planet is rejoicing as a crystalline matrix has been formed by the collective dreaming.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Such is my self-talk during this wild ride I find myself on. The current cycle started with the Solar Eclipse in Scorpio and signals an intense time. The Sun has moved into Sagittarius and I hear the universe, like a demanding audience, calling out…more! more! more! No wonder Sagittarius is all about riding, whether it is horses, roller coasters or thermal currents as we fly across the ravine. So yes…Whoa! Not the… Whoa! of ‘slow down please’ (although I could get my breath), but the stoner Whoa! of ‘How about that, man! Wicked sick!’

Sagittarius is about expansion and speed as we ride into foreign lands. Scorpio is about death and the transformation of the old. It demands release, prising our white knuckled grip from the edge of the cliff creating free fall. There is nothing that can be done, except have faith that Sagittarius can carry us forth into the unknown land. Be optimistic and trust that all will be okay.

There is an aspect of terror in Sagittarius’ exhilarating ride. Everything is changing and we know not what to. I am reminded of the brilliant BBC series, “The Ascent of Man’ by Jacob Bronowski. He depicts the shift of man from nomad into agricultural settlements. We can imagine the peaceful farmer looking across quiet plains noting a ball of dust in the distance. It expands into a marauding horde of invaders descending on his village. The shock and noise of the hooves, the speed and the action were unknown until horse-riding was mastered. The rural settlement is helpless against the inevitable progress of change. Horses have aided us ever since, transforming what we have been able to achieve. However, for the reluctant settler, it is little wonder that end times are represented by ‘The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.’

Tonight is the Gemini Lunar Eclipse. Unlike the red of a total eclipse this is a subtle penumbral eclipse where the radiant Moon is only slightly shaded as the shadow of earth falls across its surface. The Sun, Earth and Moon are all aligned. The Sagittarian Sun is shining its life-giving vision on the Earth which is in Gemini, illuminating and communicating what is possible in our current experience of life. For a moment this insight is able to quell the chattering anxiety of fixed beliefs that our subconscious Moon has hoarded as true facts. At this full moon our conscious Gemini mind has the opportunity to discern new knowledge.

One thing that I have become aware of over the last week is how bloated I feel. Bloated with a sudden weight gain, bloated with too much to do and bloated with much information that I do not know how to digest. Sagittarius is known for expanded girth but I believe that happens before its promptings are acted upon. The sheer movement, fire and energy must soon use all that stored fuel. It is all just grist for the journey ahead. Tonight and over the following days of the Full Moon, look out for that breakthrough idea that gives clarity to all the randomness that Gemini has collected in its learning journey.

In the north you have harvest festivals and Thanksgiving celebrations. In Australia, school is out for the holidays. My daughter and her friends are no longer gathering in study groups. Now the newly freed hordes are lighting bonfires of celebration. It is holiday time. Freedom and travel is possible now before they feel the need to settle into Capricorn’s realities.

Sagittarius is generally goal orientated. It is searching for a truth and meaning for life. When people asked where we are going once we sell our house I have not had an answer. I have been aware that one doesn’t know what is on the other side of the ravine. I have been content with this not knowing, trusting the future will arrive in its own time. Now I feel this lack of direction is part of the overall bloat. We are in Sagittarius and it is time for a vision quest. I am the warrior brave going alone into the wilderness in order to find the soul’s course. Listen to the whispers of the Earth’s guidance as it reawaken’s consciousness that has been stored deep within. As the Luminaries line up with our planet, seize the knowledge when it comes. The gift that you receive may yet be symbolic and still require deciphering. Even so clasp it to your heart, polish it tenderly and place it in the night sky. Sagittarius is the story teller. Let your vision take the diverse treasure that Gemini’s curiosity has revealed to you and weave it into your personal tale.

As you imagine and visualise and verbalise your new story, in time you will believe the new story, and when that happens, the evidence will flow swiftly into your experience.

Abraham-Hicks

This Gemini Full Moon is the smallest of the year. How apt when Sagittarius’ target is found in the distance. Gemini gives us an opportunity to gain clarity and become conscious. Mercury, its ruler has now turned direct adding to our ability to see clearly. The vision we receive at this time is the star that will light our way through a mysterious landscape to the promise that will make this journey worthwhile.

I give up. I let go of all resistance. Scorpio has bought me here and I release trying any more. It is no longer up to me. I turn myself over to allow some other vehicle to get me across the ravine. Nothing is appropriate anymore. I have gone beyond the bounds of my control. This is a foreign land and it seems I have no means to pay the ferryman.

I am reminded of the Carolyn Joyce Carty quote:

I love you and I would never leave you.

During your times of trial and suffering

when you see only one set of footprints,

it was then that I carried you.

Something higher than my little self must take the reins now. I really do not know. Please guide me in this new land.

So what is my ‘Waterloo?’ The usual boogeyman. The cash coming in no longer covers the bills demanding payment. Our shuffling dance with a collapsing financial strategy is now exhausted.This is our time of reckoning. Our mortgage is due next week and as our options run out, our imagination takes a darker turn.

It is an anathema to me to talk about such realities on these pages. Sagittarius is about truth and it seems remiss to deny the practical realities of the moment. And yet what the Centaur seeks is something far away. The goal they pursue is not in the familiarity of everyday. With boundless enthusiasm they follow the unknown over all terrains, having faith that they will capture their target. Every day I don this wisdom and allow knowing to be revealed to me. I get regular assurance of this magic formula. It is in my nature to have faith in a utopian future. I believe in the good that resides within all those I meet, despite the trouble they may feel finding it for themselves.

Sagittarius is perceived as half human, half horse. We rely so much on the natural instincts of the animal to carry us to the promised land. It is up to that beast of burden to bear the load of everyday realities and to survive the journey. The human aspect urges us on, always believing in a better place.

Right now that our financial solutions are elusive, it is difficult to determine what the future holds. What we hoped to avoid, but feared, is here now. The animal appears paralysed in the glare of headlights. The bills cannot be paid by moths in the purse. It is surreal how the habitual self just expects everything to go on. As we use what is in the pantry, the items are transferred to the shopping list with full expectation that they will be replaced. I am reminded of when we kept horses; it always baffled me that Spring was the starvation season. All the fields are locked up for the green grass to transform into hay. If the planning has not covered unexpected emergencies, the winter stores are depleted and the horses start looking skeletal. Likewise, growing vegetable patches are not producing and the blossoming trees have not yet produced fruit. When the landscape appears the most abundant there is no food.

As the Sun leaves Scorpio, the sign of Death and enters Sagittarius, the sign of Unknown Lands, it trines Neptune in Pisces. Truly, all I seem to be able to do now is sleep. This is not quite accurate because when I arise from slumber, I feel amazing; cleansed and bubbling with energy. I have been infused with high spirits and appreciation for the moment. I am grateful for the ever present now which is full of the beauty of Gaia and the pleasure of gorgeous people. I have the soothing peace of a dog at my feet. I feel love profoundly. The lushness of Spring is reflected in my life. After a while fear of lack creeps in and once again I allow myself to float off into Neptune’s realm escaping Saturn’s boundary for a little time in respite care.

Sagittarius is part animal and right now I feel its primal call. I wish to fly away with the ravens that are all around me. They soar, majestically around my home and are still cawing in the town where I work. Even in the city I follow their flight across the facade of the buildings and watch them roost on the roof. The Raven is considered a shapeshifter carrying healing energy from distant lands. They represent the potent magic that lies in the void where all knowledge resides. This bestows on us a responsibility to walk in the light, maintaining our integrity and holding the highest intentions for all whom we serve.

We are currently in the magical time between worlds that was heralded by the Scorpio Solar Eclipse and now without coin for Charon I follow the Sun into the new territory that Sagittarius is pioneering. I know that here in the Southern lands, Spring holds the promise of harvest. In the Autumnal North the bounty is being laid down for the winter months. Though there is much that I am ignorant of, I do know that anything is possible in the New World.

Sometimes I get asked where my writing comes from and how long I ponder it. There is a part of me whispering sweet thoughts and lovely words all the time. Composing their exquisite little explosions in my mind. Often this murmuring happens in that delicious state between sleep and waking. The schedule for my posts is set by the movements in the heavens. Sometimes my mortal self writes down the words and other times it makes breakfast and drives the daughter to public transport. My Mercury Retrograde post rode the bus into Hobart. Isn’t that just like Mercury?

This morning I lay in bed naked, spooning with my sleeping partner. Oh my! My back against his solid chest, my bottom comfortable in the seat he proffers, my thighs weightless against his, my calves hanging from his knees and my feet find rest on his footstools. Bliss! I think of giant stone pharaohs in the warm desert sun sitting on their thrones through the millenniums. Not such a bad fate.

There is nothing calling me to get up. I reflect over the last hectic month. It started with a Libra New Moon, I was happily making connections with others, enjoying being taken out of myself. As the Sun moved into Scorpio and the Moon grew full, the weather got wilder and life became an exhilarating ride. Scorpio likes to know it is alive and by living on the edge, knowing all could soon be finished, makes each breath exquisite. Libra connects us to others via relationships whilst Scorpio merges completely, not knowing where one begins or the other ends.

Mercury is now retrograde and retracing its steps over the path it has trodden since October the 18th and the Moon is waning into Darkness before it eclipses the Sun tomorrow. I find myself reviewing what I have merged with over the years, trying to unpick the seams to discover who I am now.

In Scorpio there is always a release of the redundant or the outgrown. There is much that is completing at this time, some stuff just has to go in order to move forward. Death, transformation, quantum shifts, evolutionary jumps; this is what is demanded of us. Trouble is that standing in this world we cannot grasp what lies ahead. We just have to jump and trust our instincts.

For me, everything is shifting. A week ago my daughter turned 18 and is now legally an adult, or in her words:

I can legally sue someone, adopt a child, change my name, rent a port-a-potty, get a divorce, purchase R rated movies and go to jail. Oh and pubs.

My Scorpio Princess has become a Queen. She is now sitting her final exams and will be free to design her own life, here on in.

In Libra I was so happy being out in the world with others that I began to wonder whether I had satisfied the needs of my introverted self and was free to socialise with ease. Scorpio with its deep emotion disabused me of that notion. I had a period of feeling very space deprived as the moon was waning. I longed for time living alone. I realised that at this juncture with Kafka, all grown up and our home on the market, anything was possible.

John and I entertained the possibility of living apart. We have been together for 34 years, maybe it is time to experience something else. It was amazing to discuss this so calmly. There was no rejection of what is, just consideration of what could be.

Somewhere within me this conversation was taboo. It was a boundary, an inner ring-pass-not. Magically, with this discussion, an inner space opened and I felt completely free. Together we were able to discuss our needs and yearnings more honestly, allowing more to be put on the table. We are unlikely to go our separate ways, still it is good to know that we can be open to anything.

The Sun, Moon and Saturn are currently in Scorpio. Saturn defines the limits of the reality we have agreed to accept in this incarnation. The Uranus square Pluto that defines our current time are urging us to break with pre-existent boundaries. I personally feel like I am standing at the edge of my current life ready to jump off the cliff. I have no idea what lies ahead but I am prepared to embark on the adventure.

Many feel this call for a new world. Tomorrow is the Scorpio New Moon. Normally, the Sun is so bright that the Moon is not visible when they are joined. The seed of the cycle is obscured till it is displayed at the full moon. This time there will be an eclipse where the Moon will overshadow the Sun. This will be visible over much of the east coast and top of Australia as well as across the Pacific to Chile. Whatever we birth tomorrow we are capable of seeing it for a moment when the Sun’s glare is obscured by our lunar satellite.

Mercury has regressed back to the Sagittarius/Scorpio cusp. It is possible that as we stand, hand in hand with the Sun, Moon and Saturn at the edge of the Scorpio abyss that Mercury can relay a message back from our future.

Meanwhile my present moment is exquisite. Gaia is resplendent all around me. My daughter, is still my beautiful daughter and this will never change. I lie in my lover’s arms. This is utopia, the New World is right here. Time may go on but the present is eternal.

Here we are in the grip of the Taurus Full Moon and it feels like a wild ride. Colonic irrigation comes to mind. This therapy clears the accumulated matter that remains stuck in our bowels, poisoning the bloodstream that carries our vitality. As a result great energy is released from a burden that no longer needs to be supported. A local therapist actually does a swift trade with brides. They come and get cleaned out and actually lose weight instantly ensuring a good fit for the white wedding dress and enough vivacity to ride the tumult of the wedding season. This last New Moon was in Libra, the sign of the wedding day and now with the Sun in Scorpio. This is a thrilling example of how signs interact in a positive manner. After the marriage vows are exchanged, witnessed and celebrated the couple retire behind closed doors. Scorpio moves in to consummate the bond beyond the airy romantic contract into the visceral depths where bodily fluids merge and blood binds us deeply.

In my environment the Full Moon season has been full on, requiring total dedication to the present moment in order to manage the ride. My house has been filled with 18 year olds, coughing and wheezing with a flu that seems to be everywhere. They have merged together in a diligent effort to complete assignments and cram for their final exams. The education year ends before christmas in Australia and exams start in a fortnight. The state of high drama they are expressing is very apt for the Scorpio season. In a way it does feel like life and death for them as the next few weeks are vital. The exams loom large claiming to determine the outcome of their education and the direction of their future. The house then empties leaving silence and a messy chaos in its wake. No sooner is everything cleaned and order re-established than they return without warning. It is a welcome and infectious exuberance.

Personally, I have been busy as well, with an increase in consultations calling me into the local village where I work from. A couple of days ago the weather was crazy. Spring weather shifts suddenly into wild winds and torrential downfalls, even a hail storm that turned the landscape white for over an hour. Physically, the body mirrored the weather with aches and pains which were only relieved by soothing sleep.

This period culminated in an uncharacteristic hissy fit where years of frustration and rage poured out of my surprised mouth and onto my shocked partner. Something vile was released in that Munch-like scream and then all sanity was dissolved in tears and wild sobbing, easing into sacred slumber. Whew! I emerged next morning feeling exhilarated. The weather now amazing, balmy winds and perfect warmth. Light and colour continuing to intensify all around. Are my eyes getting clearer or are we all being polished into glowing jewels?

I felt much better but I was not alone. During the wild weather people filled the cafes in town but the feeling wasn’t one of happy socialising. It felt more like a manic compacting into these spaces, in order to find desperately needed nourishment and nurture. Now, the energy has shifted from huddle to outflow. People seem ecstatic and openly generous. Spring has finally truly come with this full moon. In the gallery we were surprised after a long season of closely guarded wallets, customers were cavalier in filling their baskets with treasure, as if they were no longer concerned about where the next coin would come from. Taurus shows us what we love and people were valuing the creative efforts all around them. Conversation and laughter flowed. A loved one only had to admire a trinket and it was gifted to them. I am reminded that Scorpio is shared resources and finally we seem free to believe in abundance. Trust, appreciation, joy, flow; this is what we long for. I had released something evil in me and I wonder how many others have cleared some lurking ghoul?

As I step back from my personal experience of being carried by ebb and flow and view what is happening around the planet, the whooshing I am feeling all around me seems to have collected in one almighty mother! Hurricane Sandy is barrelling down on the city perceived as the centre of the world, and possibly affecting the US elections. A man-made city threatened by ‘Frankenstorm,’ as the media has christened it. Makes you wonder how much nature was involved in its birth!

Over the pond in the United Kingdom another Scorpio squall has been released with allegations exposing the late Jimmy Saville’s involvement in extensive child sexual abuse. It appears that if the stopper is removed and the investigation dives deep, a pedophile ring will be exposed with tentacles in many powerful places.

This Full Moon has flowing aspects to Pluto in Capricorn, this would allow for movement of the essential power in our society from where it has long been abducted and buried. I am reminded of the poisonous Hydra of ancient Greece. She was a water beast with many heads whose stinking breath was toxic and polluted the environment all around. Every time our hero, Hercules cut off a head, two grew back. It was by sinking to his knees and raising her out of the muddy depths of her home that he was able to expose her to the light. It was then possible to cut off her weakened heads and cauterise each wound preventing the regrowth of her infection.

Everywhere forceful dynamics are on the loose. They are too intense for our human selves to contain or control. We proceed by combining our shared resources, supporting each other in riding it courageously. We face our Hydra, allowing her to dissipate her energy, healing the wounds and clearing the resulting debris. Our passion that was once siphoned off by unseen contamination can be reclaimed. The Taurus Moon can reveal our true talents hidden in the treasure trove of the water dragon.

In Libra we emerged into the wider world and discovered other gorgeous people. We forgot ourselves and found heavenly bliss in the eyes of others. The princess gets her prince and lives happily ever after…right?

There is harmony and peace and all I want is a taste of the devil realms. Yowchi Mama!!! Desire, desire, desire; lead me astray.

Power, energy, sex, gimme! I feel ripe and ready to erupt. What is my choice? … to repress or let loose… implode or explode! Whatever – as long as life is being lived. This world has become hum drum. I am hum drum. I know how much better things can be. There is so much that we have accepted as “just the way things are.” We can all see how illogical what exists has become. Every man and his dog could make a fist of a fairer system. I have lots of ideas but when faced with the mediocrity of living, my energy dies, I curl up and sleep in the hope of escaping to more exciting realms. What is, obscures what could be. What if we lived and were alive; vitally, powerfully alive!

Welcome to Scorpio. What stops this wanton desire from becoming all that it can be, greedily eating life? The whispers of fear, of course. If we succumb and run wild with abandonment, surely we will hurt and betray the ones we love. Those caring bonds of Libra are true and have led to this powerful experience of deep and potent joy.

I am fuelled with ecstatic energy. I can see how I could change things way beyond the generally accepted limitations. Instead I become overwhelmed. It appears I am afraid of my own power. Why? I do not know how to direct it. My vision is greater than the boundaries of my human self. I need to become bigger. I need to pool my resources with others. We need to merge.

Other fears arise. What if my vision is mistaken, people could invest and lose out because of my dreams. I could trample my loved ones by unleashing my potency. This need to merge everything creates the spectre of death. My passion for transformation somehow betrays our shared vows. The relationship could end. Others could lose by having faith in me. They could be hurt. There is so much at stake. Passion is often forbidden. We can pursue the alien inside us begging to be born, but the danger is that we destroy everything we now love.

Here we are caught in the dilemma of Scorpio. How do we put out the fires that lead to the destruction of all that is? Sex, drugs, rock and roll? Anything to mop up the unrealised energy. When I was younger I was a social smoker until I saw how sucking in smoke subdued me. I realised that intense social discourse led quickly to intimacy. Such powerful energy arises when we connect to another even momentarily. I didn’t know what to do within the appropriate rules of social behaviour. I could dance in the streets, lead charismatic revolts or inhale a cigarette and have another sip. It seemed safer to allow the energy to dissipate into incoherent ramblings everyone would forget.

In Pisces addiction is about escaping reality. The Scorpion displaying destructive behaviour needs to have their power harnessed. We don’t want to lose an opportunity to have them transform the apparently irreconcilable problems that face us.

Scorpio demands we let go of attachment and throw the ballast that hinders us overboard. Our talents need to operate full throttle in tandem with others. Nothing can be resolved if we remain caught in our conditioned little self. In Scorpio we are called to unleash the being that we know is there but are afraid to reveal.

How often in flights of fantasy have you had a vision of what could be if only you weren’t squeamish about stepping fully into your power and breaking with the rules of convention. On some level you know how irresistible your vision, charismatically realised would be to others. It could change the world.

The energy gained from releasing this potential is as formidable and as destructive as splitting the atom. That means your loved ones and yourself will not survive in your current state. Everything will change and you are terrified that you may stuff it up, though not for your own sake. Death is a risk you are prepared to take. But you cannot ask someone you love to make that sacrifice. How could you live with that knowledge?

This is the crazy making choice of Scorpio. The chains of current life are stultifying but by instigating change all life could be destroyed. No wonder Scorpions often accept reputations as some out of control psychopath. It seems easier to create the required chaos wilfully and forcefully than to explain its necessity to the people you love. The egg is always broken in order to merge into the omelet.

2012 is in its final months. Uranus is demanding the freedom of the new in Aries. Pluto is undermining the outworn societal structures in Capricorn. Saturn in Scorpio is putting its weight behind the necessity of a shift. Now the Sun is adding our personal will for something more potent to emerge and calling us to dive deep into our desires.

Yowchi Mama, bring it on.

Image: Beluga White Whale. I chose this whale because of its extraordinary effort at self-transformation in an apparent attempt to communicate with humans. See the accompanying clip.